Author's note: They're just too cute together ok? Also, this might (probably) turn into a series of one-shots centered around the various adorable couples in Sailor Moon.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything related to Sailor Moon. No characters or nothin'.

Pairing: Ami and Makoto

Taking Control

She doesn't protest when the doctor's coat slips off thin shoulders and falls to the floor.

She doesn't protest when there's nothing underneath said coat.

"God Ami." The blue haired woman straddles Makoto's waist and lets out a quiet laugh. Her hands brace against the taller woman's strong stomach as she settles into place.

"You like it?" Despite her confident tone, a light blush colors Ami's cheeks.

The brunette is speechless at this point, so she nods appreciatively. Her strong arms flex as she reaches to grip Ami's thighs. But they're gently slapped away.

"No touching." She emphasizes her point with a click or her tongue. The brunette looks disappointed as she opens her mouth to protest.

Ami cuts her off with a roll of her hips. The woman's eyes widen below her, her jaw falling slack. The blue haired woman smiles shyly and starts to pick up a rhythm. Her hot center finds just the perfect amount of friction against Makoto's bent knee.

And then both of them are moaning.

"Oh Mako-" She finds a good angle and her nails drag down Makoto's stomach, making light marks across her abs.

"Shit." It's a small groan and Ami looks down to find her lover's attentive green eyes trained on her, a smirk playing on her lips. A smirk? Oh she thinks she's so smug now, does she?

She grabs Makoto's wrists with a small hmph and leads them to her own chest. The brunette's mouth falls open as she gladly cups the smaller woman's breasts. She swears there's electricity in her touch.

"I thought you said no touching?" The blue haired woman doesn't answer, only increases her speed. Her knees shift farther apart as she makes sure to apply just the right amount of pressure to that sensitive little bundle of nerves-

"Oh." Oh yes. Right there. Her movements become erratic as she nears her peak. Makoto knows her all too well though.

"Come for me Ami." Her raspy voice is breathless as she leans up to kiss her lover's neck. And that does it.

She crashes over the edge with a breathless moan and hips rolling wildly. When she comes back down she feels Makoto's lips on her neck. Goodness how she loves this woman.

"Oh Mako." She kisses her, feather light and runs her hands down her lover's strong back. The brunette smiles goofily against her neck.

"That was hot."

Ami giggles. She knows how much Makoto loves it when she takes control. But maybe not quite as much as the brunette loves taking control herself.

"So, can I fuck you now?"

Ami blushes at her lover's choice of words but doesn't complain when strong arms flip her over suddenly. Makoto leans down and kisses her jaw, earning a soft moan from the woman beneath her. Thin arms wind around the brunette's neck as a small, but very curvy body arches against her own.

"I'll take that as a yes," she says with a smirk. A smirk.